One of the best parts of visiting Kodiak was basically everybody that lived there was Orthodox. This was very amazing because you would see people in church you had seen at the local café “Monk’s Rock”, walking around town, going out on their fishing boats and even the owner of the local pizza place was Orthodox. Orthodoxy could also be seen in many of the town stores but the best known to us was Monk’s Rock which was a local café slash Icon store. The whole Orthodox community in Kodiak greatly amazed me because Orthodoxy was present in almost every area of the town, from people to stores.
The majority of the beginning of the week consisted of back breaking work. The first day was absolutely miserable because of the amount of rain that had come down on us when we were weeding and digging trenches but, the rain eventually let up. The afternoon and the next few days involved carrying buckets full of rocks weighing about 30 to 40 pounds each but, this was not in the rain so it was ok. A few people would bring the buckets over while some others would throw them in to a trench we needed to fill up due to their drainage problems. This system was very fast and effective and we got it done in about two afternoons. Other jobs during the first two or three days were painting classrooms and decks and then polishing brass in the seminary chapel. The last day of work was on Spruce Island and involved clearing a path though the kelp, which smelled terrible and had maggots in it. After the Spruce Island job we were free and were ready for the Pilgrimage.
Our pilgrim to Spruce Island was a huge success even though the other pilgrims didn’t the trail that we made through the kelp because the high tide cleared most of it away but, the service and the Metropolitan’s arrival went smoothly. The service lasted close to two hours, plus a sermon by Metropolitan Jonah explaining how we should be good Orthodox Christians, how we should surrender ourselves to God and to do what God wants us to do in our life time on earth, which was very well done. After the service, everyone walked down to the picnic and had fish pie, chips, spaghetti with meatballs and other delicious food, which was then followed thirty minutes later by a boat ride back to the seminary.
Also, our group had a great time in Alaska besides just working and going to Church services. We made two new friends, Gabe and Shelby, who were both the kids of priests at the seminary and the Cathedral. We also saw beautiful places like Fort Abercrombie, an old World War II fort on the side of a cliff. We also drove to the top of a mountain where we saw the whole town of Kodiak and other neighboring towns. These places have the same beauty that we DC residents can see in a place such as Great Falls. We played a game called Scoot-Your-Boot which was like a wresting version of musical chairs; this game was very, very entertaining.
Overall, the mission trip was very successful in many ways. We helped the seminary by doing work around their grounds and also we succeeded in going on the pilgrimage to Spruce Island. This trip would not have been possible without your prayers and donations and I thank you very much!!!
Peter T
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Postcard of Reflection... from Mat. KellyO
After much "encouragement" (cough)... from Dn. Mark... I've finally the chance to reflect and share my thoughts of the trip.
I guess I can sum it up by saying I feel kind of like I do that day after Christmas. So much anticipation, preparation, whirlwind, and then just like that... it's over. And while the whole time we're in it - loving it, enjoying it, going with it - it's kind of a downer when it's over.
I cried at the airport saying goodbye to everyone (again). This time though, it wasn't about leaving Maryland for our new life in Pennsylvania. My sadness was about parting with a group of people I traveled, worked, ate, played, prayed, and laughed with. We were a unit... a family, and it's always hard to leave the ones you love.
There were tears too for the people we shared our days with. I'm grateful for the kind, loving and insightful interactions with Seraphima, Fr. John, Fr. Juvenaly, Dn. Ishmael, and Fr. Innocent... to their families. And of course, the children of all ages that frequented the hall during our stay to spend time with our teens.
I have a greater respect for seminarians and for the sacrifices they make, together with their families to serve our God. It's a humble, simple and probably at times, difficult life. I think the teens got a real look at that life - a lasting impression that will be a marker in their lives.
I also walk away with a personal experience with a Saint. An American Saint. I'm always looking to add to my team. Thankfully, there are no 'extra man penalties' in fostering one's faith. And although revered as Saint Herman... I will do as the Alaskans do... and call upon Father Herman for my intercessions.
It was a great time and it was His Will. It was hard work and it was great reward. It was a rightful cause and the beginning of an effort that should never end. Support those seminarians!
I miss you all my family of 15... and my cradle in the Saint Mark Community as well.
With my love and prayerful hope for His Blessings, in all things...
Mat. KellyO
I guess I can sum it up by saying I feel kind of like I do that day after Christmas. So much anticipation, preparation, whirlwind, and then just like that... it's over. And while the whole time we're in it - loving it, enjoying it, going with it - it's kind of a downer when it's over.
I cried at the airport saying goodbye to everyone (again). This time though, it wasn't about leaving Maryland for our new life in Pennsylvania. My sadness was about parting with a group of people I traveled, worked, ate, played, prayed, and laughed with. We were a unit... a family, and it's always hard to leave the ones you love.
There were tears too for the people we shared our days with. I'm grateful for the kind, loving and insightful interactions with Seraphima, Fr. John, Fr. Juvenaly, Dn. Ishmael, and Fr. Innocent... to their families. And of course, the children of all ages that frequented the hall during our stay to spend time with our teens.
I have a greater respect for seminarians and for the sacrifices they make, together with their families to serve our God. It's a humble, simple and probably at times, difficult life. I think the teens got a real look at that life - a lasting impression that will be a marker in their lives.
I also walk away with a personal experience with a Saint. An American Saint. I'm always looking to add to my team. Thankfully, there are no 'extra man penalties' in fostering one's faith. And although revered as Saint Herman... I will do as the Alaskans do... and call upon Father Herman for my intercessions.
It was a great time and it was His Will. It was hard work and it was great reward. It was a rightful cause and the beginning of an effort that should never end. Support those seminarians!
I miss you all my family of 15... and my cradle in the Saint Mark Community as well.
With my love and prayerful hope for His Blessings, in all things...
Mat. KellyO
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Final Words
Deacon Mark asked us all to say a few words looking back on our trip, so here I am (Sally) with a few final words:
First, it was an amazing experience as a whole to be so far away, and yet feel so close to home (Which I did). Part of that was that nearly everyone (if not everyone) there was Orthodox, and it was a wonderful community. Everywhere you went, you could talk about the church and traditions and everything else because everyone (more or less) shared the same view as you, bringing true meaning to the phrase 'brothers and sisters in Christ'. It was so close and tight that I managed to catch the stomach flu and completely recover (well almost completely ) during the time when I was up there (one part of the trip that was NOT fun).
Also, it was great to help work on the Seminary and go on the Pilgrimage. Nothing is better than having fun with God (although it wasn't all fun- I had some serious moments of prayer as well).
Third, I would again like to thank everyone who helped send us on our trip, because its made the hugest impression on me and I am eternally grateful for that chance. God Bless You.
Last, I would just like to say that mission trip, in my opinion was a great success. We all worked hard, and helped out, and were brought (hopefully) closer to God. We got to go on a pilgrimage and carry new experiences with us and see beautiful things while we were gone. We did what we intended to do, and more, not only working on this trip but growing in ourselves
First, it was an amazing experience as a whole to be so far away, and yet feel so close to home (Which I did). Part of that was that nearly everyone (if not everyone) there was Orthodox, and it was a wonderful community. Everywhere you went, you could talk about the church and traditions and everything else because everyone (more or less) shared the same view as you, bringing true meaning to the phrase 'brothers and sisters in Christ'. It was so close and tight that I managed to catch the stomach flu and completely recover (well almost completely ) during the time when I was up there (one part of the trip that was NOT fun).
Also, it was great to help work on the Seminary and go on the Pilgrimage. Nothing is better than having fun with God (although it wasn't all fun- I had some serious moments of prayer as well).
Third, I would again like to thank everyone who helped send us on our trip, because its made the hugest impression on me and I am eternally grateful for that chance. God Bless You.
Last, I would just like to say that mission trip, in my opinion was a great success. We all worked hard, and helped out, and were brought (hopefully) closer to God. We got to go on a pilgrimage and carry new experiences with us and see beautiful things while we were gone. We did what we intended to do, and more, not only working on this trip but growing in ourselves
Sally
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
A Look Back - One week later (Deacon Mark)
It’s been a over week since our mission trip ended and the thoughts and feelings from our short time in the land of the first American saints remain fresh and crisp. It was just eight days ago that we were in the park just below the Cathedral enjoying the warmth and love of the Kodiak community led by the enthusiastic members of the St. Innocent Academy.
As I reflect on the week that was, it is evident that it was indeed a special time for all of us. When it was suggested last September that we (the parents) think BIG, I really didn’t imagine that meant going to our largest state over 3,500 miles away … but it did and I am thankful that I was able to be part of this group. (A secret … because we had many girls who expressed a desire to be a part to the group, Kelly first committed to being a part of the team so that we would have a least one chaperone for the girls ... I figured I would stay home and watch the kids.) Although I can recall many fond moments there are some that stand out for me.
First, there was a terrific fellowship within our group. This was also true of each person we met in Alaska beginning with Archimandrite Juvenaly who escorted Kelly and me upon our arrival at the airport in Kodiak. During our ride back to the seminary, we remembered that we had met Fr. Juvenaly eleven years earlier on a visit to St. Tikhon’s seminary when he was at the monastery there (and of course, we later learned that Fr. Gregory went to seminary with him :).
After that we met the seminary dean, Fr. John Dunlop (and his entire family), who was so very gracious to our whole group, Fr. Innocent Dresdow (Dean of Holy Resurrection Cathedral) who comforted us with his down to earth style (he really loves being in Kodiak and being a part of the fabric of the community), Fr. Deacon Ishmael Andrew in whom we found a true friend (with a good sense of humor), and Seraphima Carl who coordinated many of our activities, rooms, and arrangements. Each conversation with them was enlightening and informative as they shared tidbits about the history of the area, the churches, the villages and peoples of the region (if I ever am able to return to Alaska, I really want to visit the villages). The insight they provided was invaluable and worth every minute I was able to share be with them.
As I reflect on the week that was, it is evident that it was indeed a special time for all of us. When it was suggested last September that we (the parents) think BIG, I really didn’t imagine that meant going to our largest state over 3,500 miles away … but it did and I am thankful that I was able to be part of this group. (A secret … because we had many girls who expressed a desire to be a part to the group, Kelly first committed to being a part of the team so that we would have a least one chaperone for the girls ... I figured I would stay home and watch the kids.) Although I can recall many fond moments there are some that stand out for me.
First, there was a terrific fellowship within our group. This was also true of each person we met in Alaska beginning with Archimandrite Juvenaly who escorted Kelly and me upon our arrival at the airport in Kodiak. During our ride back to the seminary, we remembered that we had met Fr. Juvenaly eleven years earlier on a visit to St. Tikhon’s seminary when he was at the monastery there (and of course, we later learned that Fr. Gregory went to seminary with him :).
After that we met the seminary dean, Fr. John Dunlop (and his entire family), who was so very gracious to our whole group, Fr. Innocent Dresdow (Dean of Holy Resurrection Cathedral) who comforted us with his down to earth style (he really loves being in Kodiak and being a part of the fabric of the community), Fr. Deacon Ishmael Andrew in whom we found a true friend (with a good sense of humor), and Seraphima Carl who coordinated many of our activities, rooms, and arrangements. Each conversation with them was enlightening and informative as they shared tidbits about the history of the area, the churches, the villages and peoples of the region (if I ever am able to return to Alaska, I really want to visit the villages). The insight they provided was invaluable and worth every minute I was able to share be with them.
All the people of Kodiak were simply wonderful – warm, humble, humorous, sensible, respectful, knowledgeable, and just plain nice to be around. We found the essence of all these things in their hearts and souls and words. I miss them.
One of the things that surprised me most was how close the seminary and the cathedral are to each other (about 2 minute walk) … pictures may be able to provide a thousand words but it’s hard to put distance into perspective from a picture. Throughout the week we walked between the two places either to work or to attend services. (It reminded me of when I was growing up and lived right next to our church … my brothers and sister and I had little excuse for being late to the services ... neither did our group.)
It has been a few years since I was on “teen” trip and although there were a few times that had me starting to think, “how will I explain this to their parents” there were really no problems encountered. They were captivating in their conversations at our meals, walking around, working, and on the plane. They could talk about anything and everything … on and on and on and on … it was great enjoyment to listen in. Thanks, teens (and parents for encouraging thier efforts).
The most precious and memorable moments, however, were when we gathered together in worship and prayer – be it in the seminary chapel for our morning prayers or at the end of the day for Vespers or at the Cathedral for the various other services. It was especially awe-inspiring to celebrate Divine Liturgy’s on Spruce Island (Saturday) over the place where St. Herman was originally buried and then in Holy Resurrection Cathedral (Sunday) where many of the saints of the church did likewise throughout the years. It is in the Cathedral where St. Herman’s reliquary is located and at the conclusion of the Akathist to St. Herman on Friday evening, the top of the reliquary was opened and I was permitted to hold the top of it open as each of the clergy and pilgrims venerated the relics of St. Herman. It was very humbling and moving experience.
As I look back on how we went from a simple suggestion last September to do something that could change the lives of the teens, I know it was only possible through the grace of God. My sincere prayer is that the teens (and all the participants) will share their thoughts and experiences with their peers and friends now and throughout their lives. I especially pray that this trip will NOT be a one-time pursuit (e.g., been there, done that) but rather the first seed planted that will give all of us confidence and encouragement to be a missionary for the remainder of our lives.
One of the things that surprised me most was how close the seminary and the cathedral are to each other (about 2 minute walk) … pictures may be able to provide a thousand words but it’s hard to put distance into perspective from a picture. Throughout the week we walked between the two places either to work or to attend services. (It reminded me of when I was growing up and lived right next to our church … my brothers and sister and I had little excuse for being late to the services ... neither did our group.)
It has been a few years since I was on “teen” trip and although there were a few times that had me starting to think, “how will I explain this to their parents” there were really no problems encountered. They were captivating in their conversations at our meals, walking around, working, and on the plane. They could talk about anything and everything … on and on and on and on … it was great enjoyment to listen in. Thanks, teens (and parents for encouraging thier efforts).
The most precious and memorable moments, however, were when we gathered together in worship and prayer – be it in the seminary chapel for our morning prayers or at the end of the day for Vespers or at the Cathedral for the various other services. It was especially awe-inspiring to celebrate Divine Liturgy’s on Spruce Island (Saturday) over the place where St. Herman was originally buried and then in Holy Resurrection Cathedral (Sunday) where many of the saints of the church did likewise throughout the years. It is in the Cathedral where St. Herman’s reliquary is located and at the conclusion of the Akathist to St. Herman on Friday evening, the top of the reliquary was opened and I was permitted to hold the top of it open as each of the clergy and pilgrims venerated the relics of St. Herman. It was very humbling and moving experience.
As I look back on how we went from a simple suggestion last September to do something that could change the lives of the teens, I know it was only possible through the grace of God. My sincere prayer is that the teens (and all the participants) will share their thoughts and experiences with their peers and friends now and throughout their lives. I especially pray that this trip will NOT be a one-time pursuit (e.g., been there, done that) but rather the first seed planted that will give all of us confidence and encouragement to be a missionary for the remainder of our lives.
Finally, thanks to all who supported our team and prayed for our safe journey.
With love in Christ,
Deacon Mark
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Made it home safely on Tuesday from Kodiak!
The last day there on Kodiak Island was spent cleaning up after ourselves, our rooms, the main refractory building, and doing laudry. Some of us who didn't get to the museums during the week spent some time there. Actually, that was one of my favorite parts. There was much histroy about Kodiak and Orthodoxy there and although, we saw no real bear, the one at the museum was a brown gigantic bear. They are known to be the largest! We also spent our time saying our goodbyes and taking pictures and at 3:00 we headed to the airport. Fr. Gregory, son Alex, Deacon Mark and Matushka Kelly, the teen mission group and the adult chaperons made it back home safely on Tuesday. The travel was long, but a small price to pay for the week we had in Kodiak. Except for the first day in and maybe one or two rain showers, the rest of the week was sunny and beautiful. I hope I am speaking for the whole group by saying thanks to everyone for making this trip a success!!! Everyone had a wonderful time, including myself. The girls and boys and people in Kodiak who came down with sickness, I hope all is on way to getting well. To all the wonderful people we met in Kodiak, thanks for making the trip memorable forever. We will surely miss our Orthodox family from Kodiak. The pilgrimage went off without a hitch. Hope all who participated including Metropolitan Jonah and Bishop Benjamin and all clergy had safe travels home as well. I cannot leave out St. Innocent's Academy, St. Herman's Seminary and Holy Resurrection and all that they did. The pilgrimage made front page of The Kodiak Daily Mirror paper. The things I take away from this mission trip are teamwork, leadership, responsibilities, "great cooks", prayer, fasting, vigil, "fun", gorgeous views, and hospitality. For all of us, the pilgrimage was a life changeing experience. The veneration of St. Herman's relics, actually having holy oil to take with us, and the walk on Monks Lagoon and Spruce Island all hightened our human senses and strengthened our Orthodox Faith. No doubt if I had the chance to go again, I would!! God Bless.
Love,
Christina
Love,
Christina
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Sunday on Kodiak
Hello everyone! This morning we got to sleep in a bit. Hierarchical Divine Liturgy was at 9:00. Both Metropolitan Jonah and Bishop Benjamin con-celebrated. The choir was amazing! The St. Innocent Academy boys and girls help made a full choir there at Holy Resurrection Cathedral. After Liturgy we hopped onto buses that took us to a parochial school gymnasium they used as a hall for the banquet dinner. The halibut was delicious and we also got a piece of salmon, green beans and rice with cake for dessert. Fr. Innocent from Holy Resurrection as well as Bishop Benjamin called St. Mark teen group and adults up front to recognize us for all the work we got accomplished this week and to thank us by giving a card and icon of St. Herman. Buses took us back to the seminary and off we went to Hazel and Ben's island. Yes, remember, they are friends of Fr. Gregory who own the furniture store in town and another one somewhere and yes, they literally own an island. It's just too beautiful for words, so I got plenty of pictures of their house, the view, the log cabin, the chapel, the banya, etc. Can u imagine having your own island and having a view of water and mountains on all sides?? I made a funny and asked to do a "house exchange" for vacation. They are an extremely nice couple who invited us all out to an Italian Restaurant for dinner. After dinner was done and we all got back, the church and academy put on a "block party" on the property right next to church. There was ethnic music and dancing, drinks and popcorn. Our St. Mark teens were having a blast. Yes, I too got up to do one group dance at least. Kodiak people know how to work hard and play hard! They were going to open the bookstore down town so some of our teens went there to buy things. Tomorrow is our last day here, actually our flight is at 4:30 or so. It will take us 24 hours to get home including lay overs and time changes. We will be back on Tuesday at 4:30. Pray for our safe travels back to the "lower 48" as the Kodiak people say! Goodnight.
Christina
Christina
Alex Safchuk's Segment: Day 6
My pilgrimage experience from today is going to sound a little different than the others you will read here. This is because the North American Saints project that my mom puts so much time and effort into. I went on the pilgrimage about 5 years ago and that is where I actually got the full pilgrim experience. This time, because of the NAS project, I had the distinct pleasure of being with the metropolitan and following him like a hawk the entire day with a videographer trying to gather good footage of metropolitan Jonah's first pilgrimage to spruce island ever. You would be suprised how quick this man can move from place to place. The job had its perks though. I got to travel in the boat that took the metropolitan which was by far the nicest of the fleet. This was a stark contrast to the refurbished WWII landing craft I went in last time. I also got to personally interview both Bishop Benjamin and Metropolitan Jonah for the project. Unfortunately to get all this done I had to wake up at the crack of dawn. One thing I did discover is that Metropolitan Jonah is so very personable. When talking to him, you can tell everything he says is genuine and he loves all of us. He is really the epitome of what a monastic should be as he has dedicated his life to the church. He is a great leader for the North American Church as a whole. After a long day of services and blessings and prayers, we made our way back to mainland. Here we went to another service. I wouldnt expect any less church. We are on a pilgrimage after all. After the service I had the honor to help move the relics back to their location on the church. This is the problem with having muscles...I always get volunteered to help people move haha. But i dont mind. If I got them I might as well put them to good use. After church, peter, gabe, and I royally schooled a bunch of 7 year olds at football money in the middle. They put up a good fight but we were just better in the end. We ate delicious Orthodox pizza for dinner...i hear thats the best kind. I then spent the rest of the eveing just hanging out and bonding with the other kids on the trip. We invited Fr. Innocents daughter Shelby to hang out. Shes kooler than kool and is now one of my new best friends...regardless of what abby says. Dont listen to abby, shelbz likes me better. Now it is getting late and I am delirious. Its been a long day and we have to be up for more church tomorrow.
Continue praying for us.
-Alex Safchuk
Continue praying for us.
-Alex Safchuk
Saturday, August 8, 2009
The Pilgrimage
Peter Truitt and Abby Dean here (Abby is typing, but Peter is offering many wonderful insights and suggestions--aren't you Peter?....he says "Nope", but I have quickly learned throughout the course of this mission trip to ignore much of what Peter says :P )
Today was the Big Day: the Pilgrimage to Spruce Island. Nick and Danny--two teenagers we had met on Thursday as they had provided our transportation to Spruce for the cleaning of all that nasty kelp--were kind enough to transport us along with dozens of others to the island today. Nick's boat, The St. Seraphim, which he has lovingly built these past three years, is a little (oh, excuse me, Peter says it's not little, it's more medium-sized), metal skiff with a tiny cabin area (three walls about 3 ft high in the middle where Nick, the captain, and Danny, his friend, stand to drive) and enough room for about 6 people to comfortably sit on the front bench and standing room in the back...maybe 15?
Of course, there's more room in the front if you feel like "Skiff Surfing". I got to try my hand at this on the ride back Thursday. I stood at the front and heard Nick and Danny yell from behind me, "Abby! Hold onto the line! Now, when the boat's at the top of the wave, jump and try to catch it!" Well, I did catch my first wave and got about 4 or so feet of air according to Father before I crashed back down onto the deck. (Peter's laughing) It didn't hurt too much, my butt was a little sore the next day, but it was SO worth it!! Anyway, everyone, myself included, had a good laugh at that, and Danny and Nick decided that now was the time to tell me, very helpfully, "Not like that next time".
Anyway, this entry is titled "The Pilgrimage" and Peter is telling me I need to get back on track.
So, we got to Spruce. We had to wake up very early, 6:30 for Abbili, and clambered aboard the St. Seraphim. I leaned a little too close into the wake and regretted it instantly as the water felt like it was freezing to my skin minutes later. Danny pulled me into the cabin and put his hat on me, but the entire service I felt as if I had gotten hypothermia because even after Grace had given up her jacket and Emili her scarf to the "Keep Abby Warm" campaign, I was absolutely miserable.
The Pilgrimage itself was rather short. Peter estimates about a quarter mile uphill through a wooded path (the trees, the branches, the leaves on the trees--everything is covered in a layer of moss. Looks like something out of Alice in Wonderland). The reason we were all so cold was because the service took place outside. The "altar" was the inside of the chapel building, so the congregation all stood in a semi-circle on the wooden platform outside the open doors. It was a fairly long service (longer than usual just because we were all cold) but beatiful. It was really interesting watching Jonah get robed before the service; since it was outside, a lot of things like that, "behind the scenes" sort of things that you otherwise don't get to see were on display.
Afterwards, we do what Orthodox people do best--we waited. This time, to eat (again, something we all have a lot of experience with). The food was great (Peter agrees...I think he's getting sleepy) and we got to sit and chat with Nick, Danny, and my new besty, Father Innocent's daughter, Shelby.
Our favorite part? Peter says the service because it was cool to see the Metropolitan serving right infront of us. He also says it was interesting because it was different from the one at St. Mark's. My favorite part was not, unfortunately the service (I thought I was dying--I mean, I had on like, four layers in 50 degree weather and was so cold I thought I'd never be warm again; how would you feel?) but just the opportunity to be around so many other Orthodox christians was incredible. I've felt like a minority all my life, and meeting kids my age and playing with young children who will grow and carry on the traditions was a really heart warming experience. Shelby is SO sweet and so much fun; she's sleeping over tonight in our room. We plan on staying in touch through facebook and email. Danny and Nick will hopefully be just as interested (Danny, I have learned, likes to converse in French and to Swing dance, so we've become fast friends).
Well, that's all for now. Parting words, Peter? He says "None", but give me two seconds and I'll pry something out of him. We've actually been talking some, mostly only when he's got a soccer ball rolling about somewhere within his reach , but basically if you just keep prodding, you'll get something out of him...so, Peter, like to try again? He says, smiling, that the money you spend is totally worth it to come up here. I think, based on the previous blogs, we would all heartily agree. And I also think that those are parting words enough for both of us.
Goodnight with love from Abby and Peter.
Today was the Big Day: the Pilgrimage to Spruce Island. Nick and Danny--two teenagers we had met on Thursday as they had provided our transportation to Spruce for the cleaning of all that nasty kelp--were kind enough to transport us along with dozens of others to the island today. Nick's boat, The St. Seraphim, which he has lovingly built these past three years, is a little (oh, excuse me, Peter says it's not little, it's more medium-sized), metal skiff with a tiny cabin area (three walls about 3 ft high in the middle where Nick, the captain, and Danny, his friend, stand to drive) and enough room for about 6 people to comfortably sit on the front bench and standing room in the back...maybe 15?
Of course, there's more room in the front if you feel like "Skiff Surfing". I got to try my hand at this on the ride back Thursday. I stood at the front and heard Nick and Danny yell from behind me, "Abby! Hold onto the line! Now, when the boat's at the top of the wave, jump and try to catch it!" Well, I did catch my first wave and got about 4 or so feet of air according to Father before I crashed back down onto the deck. (Peter's laughing) It didn't hurt too much, my butt was a little sore the next day, but it was SO worth it!! Anyway, everyone, myself included, had a good laugh at that, and Danny and Nick decided that now was the time to tell me, very helpfully, "Not like that next time".
Anyway, this entry is titled "The Pilgrimage" and Peter is telling me I need to get back on track.
So, we got to Spruce. We had to wake up very early, 6:30 for Abbili, and clambered aboard the St. Seraphim. I leaned a little too close into the wake and regretted it instantly as the water felt like it was freezing to my skin minutes later. Danny pulled me into the cabin and put his hat on me, but the entire service I felt as if I had gotten hypothermia because even after Grace had given up her jacket and Emili her scarf to the "Keep Abby Warm" campaign, I was absolutely miserable.
The Pilgrimage itself was rather short. Peter estimates about a quarter mile uphill through a wooded path (the trees, the branches, the leaves on the trees--everything is covered in a layer of moss. Looks like something out of Alice in Wonderland). The reason we were all so cold was because the service took place outside. The "altar" was the inside of the chapel building, so the congregation all stood in a semi-circle on the wooden platform outside the open doors. It was a fairly long service (longer than usual just because we were all cold) but beatiful. It was really interesting watching Jonah get robed before the service; since it was outside, a lot of things like that, "behind the scenes" sort of things that you otherwise don't get to see were on display.
Afterwards, we do what Orthodox people do best--we waited. This time, to eat (again, something we all have a lot of experience with). The food was great (Peter agrees...I think he's getting sleepy) and we got to sit and chat with Nick, Danny, and my new besty, Father Innocent's daughter, Shelby.
Our favorite part? Peter says the service because it was cool to see the Metropolitan serving right infront of us. He also says it was interesting because it was different from the one at St. Mark's. My favorite part was not, unfortunately the service (I thought I was dying--I mean, I had on like, four layers in 50 degree weather and was so cold I thought I'd never be warm again; how would you feel?) but just the opportunity to be around so many other Orthodox christians was incredible. I've felt like a minority all my life, and meeting kids my age and playing with young children who will grow and carry on the traditions was a really heart warming experience. Shelby is SO sweet and so much fun; she's sleeping over tonight in our room. We plan on staying in touch through facebook and email. Danny and Nick will hopefully be just as interested (Danny, I have learned, likes to converse in French and to Swing dance, so we've become fast friends).
Well, that's all for now. Parting words, Peter? He says "None", but give me two seconds and I'll pry something out of him. We've actually been talking some, mostly only when he's got a soccer ball rolling about somewhere within his reach , but basically if you just keep prodding, you'll get something out of him...so, Peter, like to try again? He says, smiling, that the money you spend is totally worth it to come up here. I think, based on the previous blogs, we would all heartily agree. And I also think that those are parting words enough for both of us.
Goodnight with love from Abby and Peter.
The Inspirational and Memorable Trip to Monks Lagoon and Spruce Island
Greetings to all. Everyone was excited this morning because this was going to be a blessed day for all of us as Orthodox Christians. We all walked to the docks to be picked up on the boats to take us to Monks Lagoon and Spruce Island. My boat was very slow and I got to sit inside the cabin, so I got to avoid the somewhat cold weather. Upon arrival at the island, there was this "Mystical fog" all over, so the boats had to be very careful pulling in. We all gathered on the beach and awaited Metropolitan Jonah to arrive. We followed the path up to the church while hearing the Alaskan people, mostly from nearby villages singing. Hierarchical Divine Liturgy was very inspirational and memorable. You know, not only was it the first trip to Alaska and Spruce Island for St. Mark group, besides Fr. Gregory and his son Alex, but for the Metropolitan as well. To celebrate liturgy on the island where St. Herman did his ministry was heartfelt for all of us and Metropolitan Jonah reminded us that this place was "the center" of Orthodoxy in America for many, many people. The singing was magnificent! The young boys from the academy and the girls voices were just angelic. You could truly feel St. Herman's presence and what it means to be an Orthodox Christian. On my walk down the path to get back to the beach for the meal, I looked down and noticed a girl's cross on the ground. Sure enough it was Salomeh's because she showed it to me the other day after she baught it. Wow. The ladies and men from Holy Resurrection and other places on Kodiak did an outstanding job with the food spread on Spruce Island. I am amazed at all their effort to get everything over there by boat. Everyone enjoyed the time spent on Spruce. The fog lifted and the sun covered the island. The pilgrims were young to old, Clergy to Hierarchy, nuns to monks, villagers and visitors from all over. Remarkable that the waters have remained calm enough for the pilgrimage each year. Upon returning to Kodiak I saw some sea lions by the boating docks. Vespers was at 6:00. Tonight for dinner Deacon Mark decided pizza, so Daniela and Michael were so nice they got it for us. The man who delivered the pizza was Greek and said he would see us at church tomorrow. I have noticed that quite a bit around here on Kodiak. The pizza man is Orthodox, the skipper for the boat ride today to Spruce was Deacon Anthony Mayo with his two sons, Nicholas and Andrew are Orthodox, the Priests and seminarians get into the town movie theatre for free, the owners of the furniture store in town are Orthodox and the "Monk's" bookstore and cafe in town had all Orthodox things. You get my point! Tomorrow is our last full day here on Kodiak Island. Hierarchical Divine Liturgy, followed by a grand banquet, followed by a "block party in the yard by the church are all scheduled for the day. There will be Russian and Bulgarian music and dances, etc. Oh yeah, one last thing. St. Mark teen group made the local paper "Kodiak Daily Mirror" on Thursday or Friday. We are trying very hard to get a copy. Goodnight.
Christina
Christina
Pilgrimage
Hi its Sally the Amazing. Today I got up at 6:30, which here, believe it or not, is way past the crack of dawn. At 7:20 we all met as a group and went down to Oscar's dock, where we got boat rides to Spruce. Peter Truitt and I arrived before 9:30, the rest of the group arrived at 10:15. Deacon Mark and Mihcael got there very first to help people with the dock.
Metropolitan Jonah came last and once he was here (Benjamin stayed on Kodiak to give liturgy there) we all followed him along the path for about a mile to the chapel above St. Herman's grave.
It was a beautiful day wit a blue sky and though it was a little cold for me, it was a wonderful liturgy. Jonah gave a great sermon about Monasticism, and what it truly meant to be a monk, and how Herman followed that example and how our minds needed to be clear of everything but God.
After Liturgy, we hiked back to hte beach and had the time of our lives stading in an incredibly long line waiting for lunch. We had a picnic and there was some great food. Then we got a ride back and here we are.
today was an amazing experience. After the Liturgy, I felt extremely full of life and energy. Everything felt twice as beautiful and it was simply amazing... I literally skipped All the way down to the beach. The whole place is full of God and truly amazing. I had a wonderful, once-in-a-lifetime experience, but the best part is, I know that that feeling I had after liturgy today can and will come again- because God is never far off and you can always reach him, in the most ordinary of circumstances <3 Sally
Metropolitan Jonah came last and once he was here (Benjamin stayed on Kodiak to give liturgy there) we all followed him along the path for about a mile to the chapel above St. Herman's grave.
It was a beautiful day wit a blue sky and though it was a little cold for me, it was a wonderful liturgy. Jonah gave a great sermon about Monasticism, and what it truly meant to be a monk, and how Herman followed that example and how our minds needed to be clear of everything but God.
After Liturgy, we hiked back to hte beach and had the time of our lives stading in an incredibly long line waiting for lunch. We had a picnic and there was some great food. Then we got a ride back and here we are.
today was an amazing experience. After the Liturgy, I felt extremely full of life and energy. Everything felt twice as beautiful and it was simply amazing... I literally skipped All the way down to the beach. The whole place is full of God and truly amazing. I had a wonderful, once-in-a-lifetime experience, but the best part is, I know that that feeling I had after liturgy today can and will come again- because God is never far off and you can always reach him, in the most ordinary of circumstances <3 Sally
Alex Safchuk's Segment: Day 5
Today was a day of transition for us as a group. We re switching from volunteer and work mode to pilgrim mode. We began the day by our routine of morning prayers and breakfast and then finished up the last of the painting we had to do. Next we boarded the St. Innocent Academy party bus and drove down to the small strip of tarmac that is the Kodiak airport. Here we waited for the Metropolitan's plane to arrive and watched as he got off. The other people on the flight got a greeting at the Kodiak airport that they will never forget as we began to sing and get ready to greet the bishop and metropolitan. As soon as this all began, everyone waiting for their flights in the one terminal/baggage claim/lobby/security checkpoint/car rental multipurpose room of the airport who had no idea what was happening, took out their cameras to document what was happening. I am sure something will go up on youtube soon because of the spectacle. After all this was over we headed back to the cathedral for the metropolitan and bishops entrance there. Final the festivities were done for the day. Our chaperones let us loose to finally do some shopping while the shops were still open. I personally went down to the Monk's Rock Cafe (kinda like the Hard Rock Cafe, except more Orthodox) and got a hot chocolate and looked around. Bishop Benjamin (also my Godfather) came to meet up with me for a little bit and we had a nice talk. As soon as he walked in the door he was swarmed by everyone there for a blessing like a celebrity and I practically had to push people out of the way to get to him. It was very nice to see him for at least a little bit because they have him so busy running from one place to another. After that, we came back for Akathist in the church. I deliberately did not inform the other kids on the trip that they actually remove the lid of St. Herman's coffin because Iwanted to watch and see their reactions. The shock and awe was the same that I had a few years back when I went with another St. Mark group for the pilgrimage. It was interesting seeing Metropolitan Jonah in action for the first time. We got to talk to him for a little bit earlier in the day and he seemed to be a very softspoken man...oddly though, he proved to be a talker because his sermon at the end almost doubled the service's length. Finally, we got to venerate the relics. This is such a powerful thing and a great oppurtunity to be so close to the relics of a Saint. There is no way to fully appreciate the situation and oppurtunity we have been given as a group here. Not only have we been able to experience the native people, the languge, the food (we ate cod and halibut for dinner), and the tradition up here, but we have been able to connect with a deeper sense of our awareness as Christians. As Metropolitan Jonah so longwindedly put, we are here to not only let our communion with God occur at church or in a holy place, but to rather let it permeate throughout our life so we can be examples of the faith. I look forward to waking up at the crack of dawn tomorrow to head over for the service at Spruce Island. Like many others on our trip, it is Metropolitan Jonah's first time on the pilgrimage so we are part of a historical event for the church. Thank you for the oppurtunity and pray that the weather cooperates for the trip.
With love in Christ,
Alex Safchuk
With love in Christ,
Alex Safchuk
Friday, August 7, 2009
Wow Friday already! The Pilgrimage is here!
Hello to all. This morning we did our usual with morning prayer in chapel and breakfast. We had a short time to ourselves before we headed to the airport to greet Metropolitan Jonah and Bishop Benjamin. From there we went to the Cathedral to again greet them and to venerate St. Herman's relics. Metropolitan Jonah had a talk with Fr. Gregory along with the teens and the adults right there in the church. He told us a story about himself visiting some of the villages and how hospitable the people are. He said "It was like eating with my own aunts and uncles" We got a picture with him and he told us that he plans on making the DC area his permanent residency but did not know the time table. The rest of the day there were small odd jobs to complete around the seminary and at the cathedral, some of us did some laundry, others went to Walmart, and still others took a cat nap. At 5:00 the Akafist Service began to St. Herman of Alaska. Metropolitan gave an excellent sermon on what it means to be a monastic and what the life of St. Herman would have been like. The service was very inspirational and spiritual. The singing was magnificant. We all venerated the relics of St. Herman and was given some Holy Oil from the vigil lamp at the reliquary of St. Herman of Alaska the Wonderworker. I plan on taking this with me when I go to PA to visit family. After services there was the chance to take the bus to Bishop's Tea. The majority of us did go while others stayed back to cook the Halibut and Cod for dinner. It's getting late already and we are just relaxing for the evening in preparation for the long day ahead of us. Tomorrow we take a boat to Spruce Island for Hierarcichal Divine Liturgy and then a grand banquet. We have to then come back for vespers and vigil. Wear comfortable clothes and shoes!!! Goodnight and God Bless!
Christina
Christina
The Alex Safchuk Segment: Day 4
Wow...just plain wow. You have no idea how long i had to scrub in the shower to get that stink off me from our work. Today we got a fantastic opportunity to be able to travel over to Spruce Island as a group to do work there before the pilgrimage. The amount of time that we got to spend exploring the different parts of the uninhabited holy place made up for the fact that we spent hours clearing rotting plankton from parts of the beach, working on the float dock, and cleaning up the chapel there. The Island is a beautiful and mysterious place. Somehow I got cell phone service there and was able to call home. It makes no sense to me that i would get cell phone service in the middle of a deserted island in Alaska and I can barely get it in the middle of our nation's capital. it must have been a miracle. I felt like such a manly man running through the forest with a machete and building my own anchors out of rocks and net and wielding a blow torch in the chapel. My beard must have grown an extra millimeter today because of all the manliness. Out of all the beauties and splendors of the island, I regret to say it is lacking in one element...a good bathroom. When nature calls there...u must call nature back and ask for a tree. This fact made our subway sub picnic on the beach slightly regrettable although it was delicious. Upon returning from the island, the seminary took us out to a fresh fish and chips dinner at the Channel Side. Ive had some good fish and chips before but it is a whole different ball game when you're eating fish that could have been caught that same day. We also celebrated Daniela's birthday tonight. We got her a big delicious cake and a card. Many thanks to her on her special day for all the hard work and long hours she has spent cooking for us with Kelly. The sugar rush from the cake made us all hyper for awhile but now we're crashing for the night. Tomorrow the Bishop and the Metropolitan are coming so let the pilgrimage begin!
-Alex Safchuk
-Alex Safchuk
One beautiful day in Kodiak and Spruce Island!
Happy feast day everyone for The Transfiguration of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for many; however, here in Kodiak, they are on the old calendar. I awoke this morning a bit early due to I had breakfast set-up. Then off to chapel for morning prayers. Breakfast was great as all meals have been, so thank you to all cooks, esp. Matushka Kelly and Daniela! The day was getting warmer with an abundant amount of sunshine. We couldn't have asked for a better day for the boat ride to and from Spruce Island. We all got there safely in two trips, thanks to Fr. Innocent and the skipper Nick. I was one on the second crew so when I got there, most of the kelp had been cleared from the beach for a clear and safe pathway for the pilgrimage this weekend. Fr. Gregory calls lunch time in about 10 minutes so I feel like I didn't accomplish much. We ate our sandwiches from Subway, tuna for me. Then shortly after, a few of us, including myslef, took the pathway walk up to the church to clean. For me it was the most fascinating steps I will ever take since St. Herman was here doing his ministry for the Orthodox Faith in America! So along the way up and back I am singing the tropar to St. Herman. The church was beautiful with the shroud of St. Herman. Along the path, there is also a well in which we got to drink. The trees on Spruce Island are like "fuzzy animals" and this is because of a volcano leaving many ashes so the moss grows and grows on the limbs. So I collected rocks for each of my family members as "a piece of the island". When we got back we all went out for a seafood dinner. I had the house fish which was Alaskan Whitefish. I enjoyed the fresh; however, fried fish. Walk a block and we are at Holy Resurrection Cathedral for Akafist service to St. Herman. After service, Fr. Gregory asked who would like to see bear. I said me of course! Some friends of his offered to take him and two others, so Alex (Sasha) and I volunteered to go, so Hazel and her husband took us on this amazing ride on Kodiak Island. I didn't see a bear, but I did see gorgeous views and a lot of jumping salmon in and out of the water. This was one Beautiful Day In Alaska! Praise be to God for such a glorious day. Tomorrow morning we go to the airport to greet His Beatitude Metropolitan Jonah and Bishop Benjamin, locum tenans of the diocese of Alaska. The pilgrimage officially begins at 5:00 with an Akafist Service.
Christina
Christina
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Postcard from the edge... Mat KellyO reporting...
Greetings to the lower 48 (it's quite hip to say that here...)
Well a few weeks ago, I wished I could be paid a quarter for everytime I heard "MOM!"... now, I wish I could get a quarter everytime I hear "AWESOME!" It's got to be the word of choice by the kids to describe so many experiences (even with the physical work that is being done!) The kids are doing wonderful works and you as their parents - should be most proud.
So... just some quick snapshots from my personal experiences...
* Upon our approach to Kodiak airport... all I can see are clouds. Apparently, that's all the pilot can see too because he announces " Well folks, we have heavy clouds, rain, about 2 miles visibility... shouldn't be a problem. But, if it is, we'll just go back up and try again." That's when I decided to take a leave of consciousness for my good and everyone else... and isn't engine number 3 shaking too much? I close my eyes... and several accelerated Jesus prayers later... we are on the ground. Safely.
* We load into cars... it's foggy, rainy and there is nothing to see. After all the anxiety of take offs, landings, turbulence... I'm feeling pretty relieved. Then we almost go off the road on the way to the Seminary. Now that would have been a real bummer.
* We go on a wonderful tour of the island - thanks to our gracious hosts - and an old friend of Father and Matushka... Hazel! A lovely woman with a wonderful sense of humor and ginger altoids... we go to Abercrombie Park and I discover bear scat. (Yea... that's what it is.) Father Ishmael looks kind of concerned when I share my news... "You did?.... hmmm, that's not too good"... I perk up and say "Yes, I think he was eating berries!" Father says, "let's hope he had enough". Gives me pause for thought, and then I decide to go towards the cars with everyone else. Quickly.
* Sometimes the kids remind me of being at home. One of the adults within our party is trying to distribute valuable information and no one is listening. It's like being with toddlers that are 5 feet or taller. Then we pull out something shiny... and they stop and listen. ;-)
* We tour the docks in Kodiak and Fr. G gives us some local history... he starts to tell us about the 3 saints - to which I interject "the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria?" He gave me a good guffaw then dismisses me. Lucky for me, I didn't end up in the harbor.
* Native custom here is for the men and women folk to bathe via a steam/sauna bath as there are no showers in the villages. Quick definition - pouring water over rocks which cover a wood burning fire contained in a stove in this wee little 4x5 (approximate) hut. It can get to be 300 degrees! The seminarians have hand crafted their own here on site. The invite was extended and I decided to go. But, you know when you're in a different place, where a different language is spoken... you're certain they're talking about you... Ah, smiling, giggling and birthday suits. It's always good to be able to laugh at yourself. That experience will always give me a giggle... and I'll leave it at that! OH! I forgot to say... they bathe separately... hahahahhaha. Had you!
* The new day brings glorious weather for the trip to Spruce Island to help prepare for the pilgimage. It's majestic and moving in so many ways... I'm going to be selfish and keep those thoughts to myself. But ask me about clearing kelp? After lot of physical work, punchiness kicks in... I can't stop the kelp jokes... "KELP! I've fallen and I can't get up!" "Someone, Kelp me, please!" "Kelp... it's salad from the sea" "I just can't kelp myself". The kids are kind, give me a token laugh and then move away from me... hmmm. Incidentally, Father Innocent never mentioned that there would be maggots in the kelp. He's a very wise man.
Well... the prodigal sons and daughters have returned... and silence quickly leaves the building. Everything is going well, the people are lovely and the kids are terrific. We appreciate your thoughts and prayers across the miles... sending you love and His Blessings in all things!
Well a few weeks ago, I wished I could be paid a quarter for everytime I heard "MOM!"... now, I wish I could get a quarter everytime I hear "AWESOME!" It's got to be the word of choice by the kids to describe so many experiences (even with the physical work that is being done!) The kids are doing wonderful works and you as their parents - should be most proud.
So... just some quick snapshots from my personal experiences...
* Upon our approach to Kodiak airport... all I can see are clouds. Apparently, that's all the pilot can see too because he announces " Well folks, we have heavy clouds, rain, about 2 miles visibility... shouldn't be a problem. But, if it is, we'll just go back up and try again." That's when I decided to take a leave of consciousness for my good and everyone else... and isn't engine number 3 shaking too much? I close my eyes... and several accelerated Jesus prayers later... we are on the ground. Safely.
* We load into cars... it's foggy, rainy and there is nothing to see. After all the anxiety of take offs, landings, turbulence... I'm feeling pretty relieved. Then we almost go off the road on the way to the Seminary. Now that would have been a real bummer.
* We go on a wonderful tour of the island - thanks to our gracious hosts - and an old friend of Father and Matushka... Hazel! A lovely woman with a wonderful sense of humor and ginger altoids... we go to Abercrombie Park and I discover bear scat. (Yea... that's what it is.) Father Ishmael looks kind of concerned when I share my news... "You did?.... hmmm, that's not too good"... I perk up and say "Yes, I think he was eating berries!" Father says, "let's hope he had enough". Gives me pause for thought, and then I decide to go towards the cars with everyone else. Quickly.
* Sometimes the kids remind me of being at home. One of the adults within our party is trying to distribute valuable information and no one is listening. It's like being with toddlers that are 5 feet or taller. Then we pull out something shiny... and they stop and listen. ;-)
* We tour the docks in Kodiak and Fr. G gives us some local history... he starts to tell us about the 3 saints - to which I interject "the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria?" He gave me a good guffaw then dismisses me. Lucky for me, I didn't end up in the harbor.
* Native custom here is for the men and women folk to bathe via a steam/sauna bath as there are no showers in the villages. Quick definition - pouring water over rocks which cover a wood burning fire contained in a stove in this wee little 4x5 (approximate) hut. It can get to be 300 degrees! The seminarians have hand crafted their own here on site. The invite was extended and I decided to go. But, you know when you're in a different place, where a different language is spoken... you're certain they're talking about you... Ah, smiling, giggling and birthday suits. It's always good to be able to laugh at yourself. That experience will always give me a giggle... and I'll leave it at that! OH! I forgot to say... they bathe separately... hahahahhaha. Had you!
* The new day brings glorious weather for the trip to Spruce Island to help prepare for the pilgimage. It's majestic and moving in so many ways... I'm going to be selfish and keep those thoughts to myself. But ask me about clearing kelp? After lot of physical work, punchiness kicks in... I can't stop the kelp jokes... "KELP! I've fallen and I can't get up!" "Someone, Kelp me, please!" "Kelp... it's salad from the sea" "I just can't kelp myself". The kids are kind, give me a token laugh and then move away from me... hmmm. Incidentally, Father Innocent never mentioned that there would be maggots in the kelp. He's a very wise man.
Well... the prodigal sons and daughters have returned... and silence quickly leaves the building. Everything is going well, the people are lovely and the kids are terrific. We appreciate your thoughts and prayers across the miles... sending you love and His Blessings in all things!
Day Four of an Amazing Experience
Today we went to Spruce Island to clear up for the Pilgrimage. It was a great boat ride. The skipper, Nick, had just finished building it with his dad and they gave us a great, thrilling ride. The beach was utterly cool- it was black sand, like a really fine gravel. It would have been the most beautiful sight in the world had kelp not been scattered so much it resembled the clothes on a teenage boy's room floor. But we raked out a path, enduring the smelliness so pilgrims could travel up the beach. We ate lunch on the island, which consisted of Subway and awesome cookies. then we took a path in the woods, and got to visit the chapel on the island, as well as St. Herman's grave. It was unbelievably beautiful at the chapel and was extremely amazing to stand there. We literally got to walk in the steps where American Orthodoxy started. That is a long history for us, and I felt very privileged to be there.
We came back in boats, and then as thanks for our work on the Seminary we were treated to seafood, where Peter (D) went on a journey of discovery to learn "Fish and Chips" was fried, breaded fish and french fries. We all joined him on the journey of discovery that that place makes an awesome milkshake- except Emili. hers tasted like medicine. Then we walked to Holy Resurrection Cathedral for the akaphist to St. Herman of Alaska. Now we get to chill.
Its been amazing for me because I feel like a part of our church history when I am up here. I feel closer to my fellow Orthodox teens than any of my other teenage friends, because we all have this deep spiritual connection. It is truly amazing and one of a kind. God has truly blessed me and i would like to give a shout pout and personal thanks to anyone who even donated a cent to send me and my friends up here, and anyone who gave words of encouragement and prayers. Thank you so much. I in turn will pray for you. I feel closer to God than I have before.
And on that note I'm going to Wal-Mart with Emili and Abby... because Wal-Mart ROCKS.
<3 Sally.
We came back in boats, and then as thanks for our work on the Seminary we were treated to seafood, where Peter (D) went on a journey of discovery to learn "Fish and Chips" was fried, breaded fish and french fries. We all joined him on the journey of discovery that that place makes an awesome milkshake- except Emili. hers tasted like medicine. Then we walked to Holy Resurrection Cathedral for the akaphist to St. Herman of Alaska. Now we get to chill.
Its been amazing for me because I feel like a part of our church history when I am up here. I feel closer to my fellow Orthodox teens than any of my other teenage friends, because we all have this deep spiritual connection. It is truly amazing and one of a kind. God has truly blessed me and i would like to give a shout pout and personal thanks to anyone who even donated a cent to send me and my friends up here, and anyone who gave words of encouragement and prayers. Thank you so much. I in turn will pray for you. I feel closer to God than I have before.
And on that note I'm going to Wal-Mart with Emili and Abby... because Wal-Mart ROCKS.
<3 Sally.
Day 4. The Plot Thickens
Yesterday we painted a lot. We managed to paint 2 levels of decks on the apartment building we are staying in and also finished the rock job around Holy Resurrection and the Seminary. After hours of this job we were all relucant to continue so from about 2-4:30 we had ice breaker games. We met a native named Gabriel who is about 14. We sang crazy songs and watched all the adults work. (Sorry Father.) After a beautiful vespers (because really when is it not?) we had burritos and went into town. The Monk's Rock opened specially for us and several people got frapps and capps. Abby and I also purchased matching T-shirts--we are now lovingly known as "Abbili". Father came up with this name( no SALLY did- by MISTAKE! But to give father credit, he did decide to adpot it for use- sorry, didn't mean to butt in <3 Sally). Emili had adopted a new big brother, and Alex a younger sister. We also walked around the dogs singing renditions of every Disney song known to man as well as some others. Then some of the more adventurous people joined the natives in a traditional steam bath. (the naked bath) We stayed up talking about Harry Potter and Star Wars until we noticed it was past curfew. And then we chatted for 5 more minutes. (or 10)
A couple days ago (Tuesday evening) we made a trip up to Pillar Mountain from which we could see all of Kodiak as well as the far off islands. The view was breathtaking. We saw the 3 sisters which were very much alive with the deepest green I've ever seen in foliage. Seeing the balance of beauty from up higher made me wonder how people can not see truth in Orthodoxy or not believe in God. It seems utterly impossible. We also went to Fort Abercrombie and saw cannons which we climbed all over. It was very cool.
Now we are going to go to Spruce Island and clear kelp. We are on the second trip so we had time to blog.
XOXO
Peace and Love,
Emili, Abby and Nikki.
A couple days ago (Tuesday evening) we made a trip up to Pillar Mountain from which we could see all of Kodiak as well as the far off islands. The view was breathtaking. We saw the 3 sisters which were very much alive with the deepest green I've ever seen in foliage. Seeing the balance of beauty from up higher made me wonder how people can not see truth in Orthodoxy or not believe in God. It seems utterly impossible. We also went to Fort Abercrombie and saw cannons which we climbed all over. It was very cool.
Now we are going to go to Spruce Island and clear kelp. We are on the second trip so we had time to blog.
XOXO
Peace and Love,
Emili, Abby and Nikki.
Deacon Mark - Day 4
Today we woke to the most beautiful skies of the week. After morning prayers, we enjoyed a meal of scrambled eggs and assorted breakfast foods.
Today, our opportunity to visit Spruce Island has arrived. We (if we all fit onto the boats) will depart shortly for the island to prepare the shoreline for the arrival of the pilgrims on Saturday. Our task is to remove kelp ... which as we learned last night on our tour of the docks looks like small trees but underwater (in mass) looks like a jungle.
It is quite reassuring to learn the teens can be extended to do most anything asked of them ... we should never underestimate their capacity to lift themselves to meet a challenge.
Shout-outs to Hannah, Samuel, Benjamin, Elizabeth, and Gregory.
In XC,
Dn. Mark
Today, our opportunity to visit Spruce Island has arrived. We (if we all fit onto the boats) will depart shortly for the island to prepare the shoreline for the arrival of the pilgrims on Saturday. Our task is to remove kelp ... which as we learned last night on our tour of the docks looks like small trees but underwater (in mass) looks like a jungle.
It is quite reassuring to learn the teens can be extended to do most anything asked of them ... we should never underestimate their capacity to lift themselves to meet a challenge.
Shout-outs to Hannah, Samuel, Benjamin, Elizabeth, and Gregory.
In XC,
Dn. Mark
Alex Safchuk's Segment: Day 3
MMMMmmm...so im finally settling down for the evening. My muscles are sore and I decided to head to bed on my own volition. Either I am getting old or today was a good day of hard work. i prefer to think the latter. We had an early morning today that began with morning prayers at 7:45 am. There is no better way to start your day than by having the first few words out of your mouth (aside from the inaudible noises and grunts) be prayers thanking us for a peaceful evening and the strength for the day ahead. Good thing we prayed for the strength because I was stuck on rock duty today. We had to go and collect rocks from Near Island to line the beds around the cathedral. Because of our insane efficiency, we were finished after only a few trips. We returned with the last load of rocks and finally took a moments rest to realize that we were all caked with a layer of dust and mud. All of us said silent prayers and complained out loud that we wished we were clean. God answered those prayers and sent down some of that wonderous Kodiak rain to clean off that mud. Today was our most efficient day thus far. We got so much done together as a group. Thats an impressive feat in and of itself considering we are composed of mostly teenage kids that are lazy and get distracted by anything shiny. We were able to clean the classrooms, paint the decks, finish the painting in the cathedral, do the weeding, finish the rock beds, and finish cleaning th chapel. As a reward for our hard work we took a stroll downtown this evening (downtown is a 1 minute walk from the senminary and uve already passed out of the downtown area before u even know u entered it). Regardless though we made our way through the town doing those good touristy type things and taking pictures of the natives. We observed their local customs of ordering at McDonalds, shopping at Safeway, and driving around while we walked through the town...I guess history class didnt lie...they are hunter gatherers in a way...they hunt for bargains at Wal Mart, and gather food in their shopping carts. Im sure this wasnt the case years ago. My dad keeps reminding us of his harsh days up here at the seminary and how they had to walk up hill both ways in the snow to get anywhere and how he once caught a fish "thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss big". Personally i think this picture here is more actual size: <|||><| . Thank you all for your prayers and assistance. We re having a blast and getting a lot of work done. Don't miss us too much.
-Sleepless in Kodiak,
Alex Safchuk
-Sleepless in Kodiak,
Alex Safchuk
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Peter (D) Emili, Abby, Sally (Left to right)
Us cooking lunch
Doing a rock run for the draining dishes
Altruistic in Alaska
Alaska is a place much in tune with heritage and tradition. It's quite cool to know that the cathedrals and chapels in which we worship are older than our grandfathers and great-grandfathers. And Russian influence here is everywhere! The street names, the landmarks, and especially the people. There are many residents of Aleut descent as well. Ishmael and his children are originally from the villages and he told us of life there. It sounds exhilarating but at the same time to be that self-dependent makes me feel a little wimpy. I was scared to take a plane. His children are so kick-butt they bike down hills without crying. Haha.
Helping people out is a good medicine. So far I've assisted in repainting part of a cathedral and laid down rocks so the outside will look pretty. =) And I have self-appointed myself as videographer of this entire magical experience. So expect a string of clips and a full movie by the end of the journey, though it might take a while; Kodiak has much to see and even more to explain. With history this rich it's hard to choose what you will see.
To conclude, leaving the island of Kodiak and Alaska in general will be quite difficult. I imagine it'll be sad like the end of Disney's Pocahontas when she is running toward John Smith's ship and the music swells and they're separated forever. But I may come back on my own someday.
Will possibly write once more,
Nicole
Helping people out is a good medicine. So far I've assisted in repainting part of a cathedral and laid down rocks so the outside will look pretty. =) And I have self-appointed myself as videographer of this entire magical experience. So expect a string of clips and a full movie by the end of the journey, though it might take a while; Kodiak has much to see and even more to explain. With history this rich it's hard to choose what you will see.
To conclude, leaving the island of Kodiak and Alaska in general will be quite difficult. I imagine it'll be sad like the end of Disney's Pocahontas when she is running toward John Smith's ship and the music swells and they're separated forever. But I may come back on my own someday.
Will possibly write once more,
Nicole
Day Three!
Hey its Sally! We had another amazing meal today- pancakes! (Well for breakfast. We had grilled cheese for lunch and that was amazing too, so I guess we could say we had MORE amazing meals). Anyways, after that we split up into task forces assigned to Brass polishing, painting, weeding, and cleaning the academic building. I was upgraded from my status as teen missionary to cleaning lady; I spent two hours this morning in vicious struggles with a vacuum whose purpose in life was to backflip down the stairs and make me scream very loudly (four times) and a mop that kept dropping strands of whatever that stringy stuff on a mop is, therefore making the floor dirtier instead of cleaner. Meanwhile, Abby and Emili danced around wiping down tables and singing Disney songs.
After I finished, I was demoted back to misionary to help Abby, Peter (D) and Emili paint the decks. Except instead of using one of those cool ten feet long rollers like the rest of them did, I got to paint all the cracks with a little brush and crawl on my hands and knees while Emili serenaded us with more songs and Peter serenaded us with the whistling of the bird. We are a very theatrical groups of missionaries.
Like I said, lunch consisted of amazing grilled cheese, and potato chips, and tomato soup. Then Abby stayed behind the paint while the rest of us continued to go pick up rocks and fill the drainage ditches. We finished in a bout two trips, but towards the end it began to rain, so we decided more singing and dancing was in order.
Then we got to take a break and we fooled around and played wacky games in the refectory, then went to meet my old friend again: the vacuum with the death wish. We vaccumed out the car, then were told to go blog. So here I am! Even the hard, not so fiun work has been good. When you are working, and you realize that what you're doing is in the service of God, it really doesn't seem so bad, it really doesn't seem like work.
After I finished, I was demoted back to misionary to help Abby, Peter (D) and Emili paint the decks. Except instead of using one of those cool ten feet long rollers like the rest of them did, I got to paint all the cracks with a little brush and crawl on my hands and knees while Emili serenaded us with more songs and Peter serenaded us with the whistling of the bird. We are a very theatrical groups of missionaries.
Like I said, lunch consisted of amazing grilled cheese, and potato chips, and tomato soup. Then Abby stayed behind the paint while the rest of us continued to go pick up rocks and fill the drainage ditches. We finished in a bout two trips, but towards the end it began to rain, so we decided more singing and dancing was in order.
Then we got to take a break and we fooled around and played wacky games in the refectory, then went to meet my old friend again: the vacuum with the death wish. We vaccumed out the car, then were told to go blog. So here I am! Even the hard, not so fiun work has been good. When you are working, and you realize that what you're doing is in the service of God, it really doesn't seem so bad, it really doesn't seem like work.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
The Alex Safchuk Segment: Day Part Deux
If i could use one word to describe today i would say spectrum. Not only was I purely and terribly miserable but I was also extremely happy and filled with awe. We set out on our first day of work today. As everyone else has said in their posts it was raining. I'm not talking about that nice kinda rain where it kinda falls evenly...Im talking about ragingly mad rain drops that gunned towards my body at record speeds while we worked outside weeding and digging around the cathedral. Never in my life have I seen a rain proof jacket actually get so soaked that it fails to continue to be rain proof. My analogy for it is that you can dive into a pool with a rain proof jacket on...but ur still coming out soaked. Needless to say, aft3er our delicious tuna sandwich lunch, I personally signed up for the painting crew INSIDE the cathedral. My luck being as it is, the sun decided to come out and it ended up being a beautiful day but now i was stuck working inside. After the day of hard labor ceased, we returned to find a fantastic lentil soup, homade bread, and snowcrab feast awaiting us. The butter with the crabs melted away my sorrows from the work that we were doing all day. Then we went on a hiking adventure and I saw some of the most beautiful landscapes today I have ever seen. I actually sat on a cliff edge in awe staring out into the ocean before there was an angry call from everyone wha was already packed up and ready to move on. Me and one of the native kids, referred to as Baby Girl, walked along a black sand beach and collected shells. It was all amazing and it made the horrificly wet begining to the day seem so far behind me. While heading home, i glanced at the clock and it read 10 pm...and it was still light out. And I was still AWAKE!...being as it was 2 am our time. As I sit here writing it is getting later and later so I must sleep because I need my energy for the wonders and adventures that await me tomorrow.
With love in Christ,
Alex Safchuk
With love in Christ,
Alex Safchuk
Day 2 Alaskan Trip
Let me begin by saying I decided to go on this trip to Alaska pretty much at the last minute and I am sure glad that after talking with Matushka Sasha briefly about it, that I made the right decision to come and be a chaperon for a few of the teen girls. After waking up well rested from the long day of travel, Fr. Gregory got right down to business. We broke up into teams for jobs around the seminary, the chapel and/or the Cathedral. I chose to stay indoors while the brave ones took jobs outdoors in the rain and at one point got just totally soaked! Daniela and I worked in the chapel on brassoing the candle stands and a few things from the altar. Seraphima (a professor here at St. Herman's Seminary), came down to the basement of the chapel and said "Gee do they look shiny, they have never been so shiny". That made us feel good, because by then our hands were getting cramped and the fumes from the brasso was getting to us. We worked up until 5:00 Vespers in the chapel. We literally had a feast for dinner. Daniela had time to make Lentil soup and home-made bread. What topped it all off we got to eat the freshest Alaskan Snow Crab we will ever eat, just caught yesterday and the great thing was they gave them to us already cooked! After dinner we finally got to do some major sight-seeing. Fr. John (the Dean here at St. Herman's) was one of the group's tour guide. Alex Safchuk, Marsha Zellum, Fr. John's 10 year old son John and myself rode with him. We went up to a high peak and from there was able to see all of Kodiak pretty much. We got to view where we will be going this weekend to Spruce Island. At one place we got to view through a scope, the Russian Orthodox Cross on the mountain where St. Herman stood ground! Oh just breathtaking! The "Three Sisters Mountains", the North Pacific Ocean, a place called Mission Beach with black sand were all just amazing. There are even places around with canons and bunkers. Seraphima and I picked some awesome berries to eat. Amazingly enough we were out until 10:15 or so and yes it was still light out. Cannot wait to see what tomorrow brings!
Christina Ngo
Christina Ngo
Hey All its Grace here for the first blog post of many from me to come. Today was... interesting lol. The day started with breakfast which was amazing, very yummy! After breakfast Nicole, Alex, and I sat round the table with a good round of "Whole New World". with i must say we were AWESOME! Next we ventured out into the untold Alaskan weather. This would lead us to cold wet and sticky cloths. Forunatly for me i was stuck with the helpful and incredable Zerro (a.k.a. Alex). Who desided to Help out by leaving "Z" marks everywhere, that inclueds my hat and jacket. After lunch the weather cleared up and this got considerably better. Rock group frist in which i left to go help Nicole paint. Now i have to go because Alex is kicking me off
Bye,
Grace!!
Bye,
Grace!!
Day 2. And the rain poured down... for 2 hrs.
Hey guys! Emili and Peter here. Yay. Alaska. Yupp thats where we are. This morning Emili woke up at about 6:15 because Abby's friend called. yay 4 hr time difference. After we all showered we ate yummilicious breakfast. We had fresh fruit, CINNAMON TOAST CRUNCH (tm)!!!, bagels and yogurt and most importantly coffee. After that we all split into groups to start attacking the cleaning jobs that this seminary so amazingly laid out for us. One group painted, one weeded, and one polished brass/ removed waxage of the floor of the chapel. THE MOST important group (Abby, Emili, Michael, and Peter) finished digging a trench in the pouring rain. Emili realized that her rainjacket, really wasn't a rain jacket and became completely soaked within the first 10 minutes. Everyone else was quick to follow. 2 hrs later... We changed clothes. Then we ate lunch which included tuna fish sandwiches, grapes and of course most importantly again as well COOKIES. After lunch we went to collect rocks. In Alaska they throw all the rocks into one quarry. There is a humungous pile of asphalt from roads previously decorating this beautiful island of Kodiak. There's even yellow ones representing the symbolic middle line of the road. We spent a good 3 hrs. Jumping in and out of cars dumping and gathering rocks into their appropriate places. Then we had vespers. Where we were all struck with the golden gorgeousness of the candle stands that our own very dear Christinaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa had polished with the sweat of her brow to glow with the white hot intensity of 10,000 suns. Then for dinner we had crab. And now we are going to climb a mountain. Legit.
Peace and Love
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
Your favorite Alaskians,
Emili Rebekah Malatesta and Peter. (The Better, but not really we're all equal in Christ. And for those of you haven't caught on, its Dillon.)
Peace and Love
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
Your favorite Alaskians,
Emili Rebekah Malatesta and Peter. (The Better, but not really we're all equal in Christ. And for those of you haven't caught on, its Dillon.)
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